Broken But Not Alone

Chapter 18

After 4 months Peter had been adopted by Tony and was living with him, Bruce, Natasha and a couple other avengers that moved back in. They had a funeral for May.

Peter was back at school getting the best marks in the class like before, still getting bullied by Flash. But Peter was slowly getting better though there was still part of him that would never be fixed that kept killing him all over again.

Every time there was a mission Tony didn't want to leave Peter, he offered Peter to come as spiderman but Peter always said no. He had only went out as spider man a couple times since May, he wanted to go out more but just couldn't bring himself to do it.

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Peter woke up to shouting he looked at the time it was 4:36.

For fucks sake, that's far to early what the hell are they doing?

Peter got out of bed still in his pyjamas a white t-shirt and his pink hello kitty bottoms that everyone used to laugh at their used to it now.

He walked out his room and into the kitchen where Thor was trying to cook, Natasha shouting that he was doing it wrong, Clint laughing at them both. Steve was about to leave for his morning run with Bucky and Loki walking out of the guest room just as confused and annoyed as Peter.

"What the hell guys it's four in the morning!" Peter shouted so that they'd hear him.

"Shit, Pete did we wake you up? Sorry," Nat said hitting Thor with the dish towel.

"What was that for?" Thor turned and looked at her.

"You woke him up," Nat said laughing.

"Oh, sorry spiderling," Thor kinda shouted, he didn't really talk and Peter was used to that by now.

"It fine guys but you woke Loki up so good luck with that," Peter said laughing.

"Ohh, good luck guys," Clint said watching Peter who was still obviously tired. "Why don't you go try to get more sleep."

"Yeah okay, night guys," Peter said leaving the room, Clint was really like an uncle to Peter.

Peter knew he wasn't getting back to sleep he went into his bathroom, turned the light on and locked the door he looked into the mirror he hated what he saw. He hated himself so much, things just kept getting worse but he could never show it though.

He punched the mirror, shattering it getting bits of glass in his fist and blood on the mirror dripping off, "shit!" Peter shouted a little louder than he meant to.

He heard someone outside his room knock on the door. "Peter? What happened, are you okay?" It was Tony, he must have just woken up.

"I'm fine," he shouted so he could hear without open the doors.

"You sure?" Tony asked, "can I come in?" Tony had been more worried recently.

"I'm in the bathroom," Peter said trying to stop him coming in without saying no.

"Alright but I need to talk to you later," Tony said as he walked away from the door.